Oh July

July is the oldest sister, established and stable.

She's fiercly independent, but painfully nostalgic...

Naturally nurturing and overly empathetic.

High standards and expectations, she can't help but be disappointed at times. 

She's cutoff jeans and a hand-me-down ring.

A calculated risk, understated elegance, saving grace.

At times predictable, but the kind of girl you can count on.

Tears of pride pooling in her smiling eyes

Wise beyond her years, but the first to admit... 

She's got a lot to learn.

Sometimes she lets her heart get in the way.

Oh June

June, June... we thought you'd never make it. 
She's fashionably late, always the life of the party. 
Warm, suntanned skin that only you can feel the burn of fresh sun. 
She's old enough to know better, but too young to care. 
She's vibrant, but temperamental 
Cautious with others & reckless with herself. 
Unfinished business, unsolved mysteries
life's great intermission
She's sunshiney days and dark, stormy nights. 
She's the first cold beer, condensation running down the glass
Flighty and fleeting, here today and gone tomorrow. 
Always leaving you breathless in only the best way.

Oh October

Oh October… She's stolen a place in my heart forever. Summer's final flourish, one-upping the months before her with a welcome change. A breath of fresh air. She can't keep a secret, heralding good things to come. She's sandy toes wrapped in a beach blanket. A clean house and messy hair. An old soul, a kindred spirit. "A pretty girl who plays her cards as if she were plain." She'll knock the wind out of you, an unexpected icy chill, but her golden rays will warm you to the bone. She's a quick wit, a kind heart with a sharp tongue. She means no harm, but she'll break your heart. It's not her fault, she knows good things-- they rarely last. She's used to getting her way & some will call her a show off, but I can't say I blame her. She laughs 'til she cries and cries 'til she laughs. She's a million contradictions, but her intentions: all good.